Finder: A wayward dream of 2 parts trust and 1 part entropy. Where hope is a worm that writhes in the hands of its captors.
Keeper: It's finally that time,
Finder: They never tell the worm why it has been locked away. They never tell it much of anything.
Keeper: This one has potential. It's a shame they're keeping so much from her, though.
Finder: And even when they let it go, when it can move freely once more, The knowledge that it may be plucked again with such ease will always remain.
Keeper: Let's hope that doesn't cause problems. I don't ever wanna see this place again.
Finder: The bars may open and the chains may unlock, but what awaits on the other side is only a larger cell.